Herro, minna-san~~~ How great it feels to update again! ^_^ I had fun writing this chapter. It's a little more... serious than other chapters, I guess. But maybe that's why I like it. ^_^
There's a little HotaRuka in this one, so HotaRuka haters feel free to skip Hotaru's part. XD
Hearts
My name is Mikan Sakura. This is my tale.
~#~
"Wooooooooow." After a long while of walking, I find myself in a long, winding corridor in the forest, and it's literally covered in mirrors. Head-to-toe mirrors. But they aren't just normal mirrors. Some make you look fat, some make you look thin, some make you look wavy and some change your colour scheme completely.
I stand there, twirling around, admiring my new blue hair and bubblegum-pink dress in what I decide is my favourite mirror. "Wooooooow," I repeat. "This is awesome. Almost as awesome as Howalon." At this my mouth begins to water, and I catch a glimpse of something pink and fluffy in the next mirror down. I dart towards it, and stop dead in my tracks when I see what's in my reflection.
The looming but gentle figure of my Jii-chan is standing behind me, holding a cat I adopted when I was four. I'm wearing my best sakura-pink kimono and I'm holding an enormous box of Howalon.
I drop my jaw in awe, and I decide there's only one conclusion about what this mirror is doing.
It's trying to flirt with me.
I 'm disgusted - it flaunts everything I want in front of me, telling me if I go out with it it'll give me everything I want. Peh. As if I'd ever be stupid enough to go out with a mirror. I spin rapidly on my heels and march down the rest of hall of mirrors, ignoring everything I saw, anger burning up my vision.
SPADES
My name is Natsume Hyuuga. This is my tale.
~#~
I notice the endless mirrors in front of me, scoff, and keep walking. If the Queen or whatever really thought that mirrors could slow me down, she was dead wrong.
I'm at the end of the corridor before I finish forming that sentence in my head.
DIAMONDS
My name is Hotaru Imai. This is my tale.
~#~
I reach a wall of mirrors after what seems to be around a half hour of walking. I glance in the mirrors as I walk past, unperturbed in my mission but still vaguely amused by them none the less. I notice one where my skin is green; another where I'm seven feet tall.
There is one, however, that catches my eye. I pause in front of it, unsure if I'm really seeing what I think I am.
Standing in front of me is myself, as you would expect from any mirror. However, what makes this particular mirror so interesting is that my reflection seems to be in her mid-twenties. I wonder why. Then I notice Mikan standing to my right. She's smiling brightly, just as he never fails to do. She also seems in her mid-twenties. I stare for a while, trying to figure out what the aim of this mirror was.
As soon as I notice a certain figure standing behind me, snaking his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder, the gears click.
This mirror is showing me what I want. What I want most in the entire world. I want to be an adult - I always have done - and so the mirror shows me as a young adult, free of all binding laws and schooling - free to do what I liked with my life. What I want is fairly simple - liberty and my loved ones. Hence Mikan standing by my side, as loyal as ever, and the target of my long-term crush embracing me in what could only be seen as love.
I smiled. This mirror has given me new insights to new possibilities for the future, I think as I walk along the corridor - and with Mikan and Ruka by my side, I'm sure it'll all workout.
CLUBS
My name is Ruka Nogi. This is my tale.
~#~
"What...?"
I stare at the long, winding corridor in front of me filled with mirrors. I've always liked mirrors (so what if I let my narcissistic side shine through every now and again?), so I feel quite comfortable strolling through the shiny pathway.
I notice a particular mirror I like - don't ask why - and stroll up to it. I look much older, maybe eighteen or so. I'm wearing the same clothes (the same horrible clothes), and they seem to be the same size too, because the sleeves are too short in my reflection, the cropped leather trousers reaching somewhere just above me knee. I smirk at my ridiculous reflection, and the fact that I still look handsome no matter what clothes I wear, before promptly reminding myself of Natsume and paling at the thought. I turn and briskly continue through the shimmering surfaces, wondering how long this path is.
I glance at various mirrors along the way, noticing the differences to my normal reflection. There is one mirror, however, I give a second glance to.
I backtrack a few steps to stand directly in front of it, gazing in awe at what I'd daydream about so often in class.
Standing there, staring back at me, are three kids - no, not kids; adults - disturbingly similar to myself, Natsume and Sakura, accompanied by a backdrop that looks suspiciously like a country farmhouse.
I smile and sigh, knowing there was still a chance of that dream happening, however slim it was, and I continue down the path with renewed energy and a rare spring in my step.
I like that mirror.
Fourth scenario: The Hall of Mirrors!
Sooooooo~? Wie war das? ^_^ (Putting my elementary German skills to good use there! XD)
A bit of a HP crossover here... Feat. the Mirror of Erised! XD
I've just realised... I forgot to put Hotaru in Ruka's mirror T.T
This story, starting form the next chapter, will NO LONGER BE A DRABBLE SERIES! I actually have a plot planned out! :D There are nine chapters planned... So five more chapters, folks! ;)
Review~~~~? Pwetty pwease? *Drags in Pru to do her puppy dog eyes* (-Private joke)
